Meeting on the street, meeting on the corner, or actually in this building at all.
I could have looked down and not seen you.
But every time, when I turn left, you go right, never meeting each other.
That's fine too.
Instead of walking together and torturing each other.
If emotions and years can be gently torn into pieces and thrown into the sea, then I am willing to remain silent at the bottom of the sea from now on.
You like to hear my words, but you don't understand them.
I see your silence often, but I don't understand it.